Category: personal

I arrived in Utah exactly a year ago today to crash in Penny’s spare room, with two suitcases, and a plan I abandoned within weeks of arrival. I didn’t think I was going to be here long, and had no notion how many incredible friends I’d make, or how many amazing opportunities I’d have. Nor did I have any idea how much I’d come to love it here.

Nothing was certain when I got here except for Penny’s help, and her assurance that it’d work out in the end. As is so often the case, she was right. I lucked into some really great roommates, and the Grizzlies family welcomed me in with open arms.

Leaving Toronto was like a species of nightmare, but it may just have been the best thing that ever happened to me since it made me move here — which probably never would have occurred to me otherwise.

I’m so grateful for all of you who made it so easy to turn a strange new place into home.

I know this isn’t hockey, or any of my usual fandoms, but I had to post this, because for me, before there was hockey, or TV shows or even before Lord of the Rings, there were the NY Yankees and Derek Jeter.

I was nearly six in 1996 when they won the World Series, and it was my first year as a baseball fan. It was Jeter’s first as a Yankee. It was magical. I got to be a Yankees fan through year after year of ticker-tape parades in NYC, and there was a period of time where my brother and I could recite from memory entire chunks of the 1999 World Series video tape. To me, “TTHEEEEEEEEE YAANKEES WIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNN” will always be thrilling. Through all those years Jeter was my favourite player. I idolised him, and he never let me down. Even in more recent years when I stopped being much of a baseball fan (except for a brief renaissance when I lived in Boston), it was always comforting to know that Derek Jeter was still there, in the pinstripes and the number 2, carrying on as he always had.

This moment means a lot to me because it’s a storybook ending to my storybook experience as a Yankees fan. Derek Jeter was a Yankee for three quarters of my life. He was the hero of my childhood, my captain, and maybe this isn’t that one last World Series triumph, but it’s still a fitting way to end an era.

As Jeter hangs up his cap, my personal investment in the Yankees comes to an end, but they will always be my team, and he will always be my captain.

About Me

I'm a hockey obsessed New Yorker and Montreal Canadiens fan, currently living in Salt Lake City. I have a B.A. and M.A. in Medieval Studies, but have decided academia is not for me. I write for Habs Eyes on the Prize, and am the publicist for the Utah Grizzlies' booster club.